Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.